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Taxian-Jun leaned back in his chair and tipped his head back, gazing up at the ceiling. Outside the windows of his plush, richly-furnished home office the sky was darkening from cloudless blue to a vibrant orange as the evening rolled in. He stared at his laptop screen without really seeing, the bright backlight straining his eyes after a long day. Something thudded from down the hall. A quick glance at his calendar showed a packed schedule for the coming week, enough to make his eye strain threaten to turn into a persistent headache. The dull but noticeable noise of heavy machinery from elsewhere in the penthouse hadn’t helped, the sound inviting his mind to stray while he tried to focus on organising visits for his people to collect on payments owed. Taxian-Jun rolled his neck with a grunt and closed his laptop. His day was finished, even if the work wasn’t. His phone started to buzz. He declined the call and switched it to silent, tossing it into his desk drawer.
Nothing, not even hell freezing over, was going to distract him for the next few hours.
He took his time making his way to the bedroom, even though anticipatory butterflies made his stomach roll. He stopped in the kitchen to make a drink, forcing himself to sip slow. The rich, expensive whiskey burned on the way down, mingling with the heat building in his gut. He loosened his collar, gazing out over the magnificent city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Instinct told him to rush; discipline told him that he had all the time in the world. He palmed himself through his suit trousers, stoking the arousal that had been sitting at half-mast for hours. A muffled cry drifted from the bedroom.
Taxian-Jun undid his tie, leaving the two loose ends hanging down his chest, and kicked back the last of his drink with a hiss. He'd never been very good at denying himself. He set his whiskey tumbler down on the kitchen island, flexing away his white-knuckle grip, and followed the sound of low mechanical whirring.
What he walked into had him rock hard so fast that he nearly swooned.
Not that Chu Wanning could see it with the blindfold covering his eyes. He knelt on the bed on trembling hands and knees, his dark hair spilling like ink against fair, naked skin. His head faced the headboard and his rear pointed to the source of the mechanical whirring — Taxian-Jun's newest acquisition. He watched in awe, his hand snaking into his trousers to roughly squeeze his hard cock, as a thick, ribbed, hot pink dildo on the end of a long piston leisurely fucked in and out of Chu Wanning's fat pussy. The man squirmed, the muscles in his lean thighs flexing beautifully, but the shackles tying his wrists and ankles to the sex machine held him fast and the dildo continued to slide in and out of him steadily. It was worth every single penny just for the view. Taxian-Jun had elected to forego the ball gag, and fuck if it wasn't a blessing to watch Chu Wanning try and dampen his cries, his teeth biting into his lower lip until it was red and puffy. The sounds of his helpless whimpers mingled with the wet shlick of his pussy as the machine fucked into him, pulled all the way out, and then pushed against his sticky hole once more, churning up a sloppy mix of slick and lube.
Taxian-Jun closed the door behind him. The noise finally caught Chu Wanning's attention, his head turning towards the sound. He visibly tensed, the muscles in his abdomen and arms tightening. Taxian-Jun would bet his net worth that his cunt just tightened, too. His cock throbbed.
"Tsk, Wanning, what a mess," he tutted, moving over to the machine. The view was better here — he could see just how Chu Wanning's plump, shiny lips parted for the blunt head of the dildo, how his cunt gaped and quivered when the toy pulled out until the tip barely kissed his soaking folds. Fluids sluiced down Chu Wanning's thighs, pooling in a prominent dark spot on the sheets. "How many times have you come?"
He didn't wait. Taxian-Jun cranked the dial on the machine higher, turning the slow thrusts into a harsh, punishing fuck. Chu Wanning gave a punched-out cry, his torso collapsing against the bed. A thick, clear stream of slick drooled from his cunt.
Taxian-Jun leaned over and snatched the blindfold, revealing Chu Wanning's furious, red-rimmed phoenix eyes. He pinched one pert, brown nipple and relished Chu Wanning's flinch, alternating between pinching and stroking his chest.
"Well? How many times? I explicitly remember telling you not to."
Chu Wanning sniffled wetly, and the sound shot straight to Taxian-Jun's dick. He inhaled deeply through his nose, soaking in the scent of sex.
"Exquisite," he said, "you look much better like this than in those stuffy professor's clothes. You weren't made to spend all day in a lecture hall, Wanning. You were made to live on your hands and knees, taking cock like a slut."
Chu Wanning squeezed his eyes shut, his lashes glistening with tears. Taxian-Jun's fingers strayed from his abused nipples and dipped between his legs, feeling for where his cunt was stretched wide around the toy. His old, proud professor buried his face against the bed, a choked sob escaping through clenched teeth.
"You're so wet, my hand is soaked already," Taxian-Jun laughed, stroking his dripping pussy. He pinched Chu Wanning's little cock between his fingers, smearing wetness over head and flicking it with his thumb until he spasmed, biting down on the sheets to muffle the noises spilling from his lips.
"Don't come," he ordered cheerfully, his eyes fixed on Chu Wanning's face. He devoured every tiny change in his expression, his own breathing coming heavy and his cock hard enough to scratch diamond. God, he was desperate to be inside him — but Chu Wanning didn't deserve it, not yet. He needed to be humbled first, to have that lofty veneer stripped away. He needed to be reminded of his place. Taxian-Jun played with Chu Wanning's cock mercilessly, alternating between rough pinches and tight circles while the dildo hammered his pussy. It was less than a minute before the tightening of Chu Wanning's muscles foretold his oncoming orgasm, his breath coming in quiet, desperate gasps. Pleasure looked incredible on the sinuous, willowy lines of his form. He curled in on himself as best he could with his ankles and wrists stuck in shackles, coming with a wail and soaking Taxian-Jun's hand to the wrist in a sudden flood of hot fluid.
Taxian-Jun wiped his hand on the sheets. "I told you not to come," he said. "I suppose I shouldn't expect so much from you." Chu Wanning trembled through the aftershocks before sagging limply with his ass in the air, his pussy still being ravaged helplessly by the fuck machine. Taxian-Jun sat up on his knees and fished his cock out of his trousers, groaning with relief when he took himself in hand. He indulged in a few firm strokes, spreading Chu Wanning's juices along the length until his hand swept easily. Chu Wanning watched him out of the corner of one eye.
"Hey, Wanning, how about this?" Taxian-Jun said, fighting to keep the strain from his voice. "I know you've come several times already. Shall I check the recording? You were meant to be paying back your debt, but here you are abusing my hospitality while this Venerable One works like a dog to make back the money that you owe." Guarded, watery phoenix eyes followed the movement of his hand as he touched himself. "From now on, every time I come I'll take 1 million off your debt. Every time you come, I add 10 million. I'll even write off the orgasms you've had so far because I'm so generous."
Chu Wanning squeezed his eyes shut. One beautiful, pearlescent tear escaped down his cheek. Taxian-Jun grabbed a fistful of his unkempt hair and dragged him onto his elbows until Chu Wanning was eye level with the flushed, rosy head of his cock. He nudged the tip against Chu Wanning's swollen lips.
"Suck, laoshi," Taxian-Jun ordered. "Work hard to please me."
Chu Wanning's lashes trembled, tears chasing each other down his cheeks — then, slowly, resentfully, his lips parted, his little pink tongue flicking out to taste the tip.
"Uh, fuck — that's it," Taxian-Jun grunted, tightening his grip on the other man's hair. The first touch was barely there, the lightest kitten lick. He didn't have the patience for that. Taxian-Jun used his leverage to force Chu Wanning lower onto his cock, feeding it into his mouth inch by inch until his peach lips were stretched wide around his girth and drool slid down his chin. "What a filthy slut you are, sucking cock on command. Imagine if the faculty could see you like this, on your hands and knees and absolutely gagging for some dick."
He began to thrust in and out of Chu Wanning's mouth, the softness of his lips and tongue absolute heaven. He'd been thinking about this all day — going mad cooped up in his office while knowing Chu Wanning was just across the hall getting his pussy fucked raw by that machine. His cock throbbed, close already, and he conjured up the most disgusting images he could think of to calm himself down. He pulled hard enough on Chu Wanning's hair to make him wince when his cockhead bumped the back of his throat, half of his length still to go. Chu Wanning tried to bob his head a little, his jaw stretched to capacity, the wet sucking and slurping of his efforts pornographic even with such a sloppy technique. Taxian-Jun indulgently let him try before he grabbed the back of his head and pressed him down until he choked, moaning loudly at the feeling of Chu Wanning's throat spasming around the head of his cock.
"Mmn, fuck," he groaned, "your mouth is definitely much better when it's full."
He started to fuck Chu Wanning's face in earnest, keeping pace with the wildly thrusting dildo. His balls slapped against his former teacher's chin with every stroke, his cock sliding down his throat until he choked. From this angle he could still get a good view of the machine hammering Chu Wanning's pussy, the whole of his body on display as he was spitroasted between Taxian-Jun and the toy. The pressure building in his loins threw him off his rhythm until he was artlessly thrusting into that luxurious heat, the sounds of Chu Wanning gagging and choking better than music, more addictive than alcohol. He grabbed two rough fistfuls of his hair and fucked deep into his mouth until he felt lips around the base of his cock, holding Chu Wanning there while he spilled down his throat. The other man had no choice but to swallow, and the pulsing of his throat as he sucked down all of Taxian-Jun's load milked the last of his orgasm from him until he had no more to give.
Taxian-Jun stayed there until his cock began to soften. When he pulled out Chu Wanning fell into a flood of coughing, saliva and excess cum dribbling down his chin. Taxian-Jun didn't bother to tuck himself back into his boxers, rising from the bed to check the camera mounted on top of the machine.
"Congratulations," he said dryly, "that's 1 million off your debt, just like I promised. You'll have it cleared in no time. Only 49 million left to go."
Chu Wanning fell into silence, ruthlessly smothering his coughing through clenched teeth. Taxian-Jun scrubbed through the footage, looking for the tell-tale markers of Chu Wanning's orgasms. One, two, three, four, not to mention the one at Taxian-Jun's hands… Chu Wanning really did have a good time without him. Something bitter and possessive flared in his chest. No toy could make Chu Wanning feel the way he could.
The sight of Chu Wanning so mindless with abandon in the footage, his knees shaking and his cunt squirting, made Taxian-Jun's cock stir again. He turned the machine off. The professor gave a weak whimper as the piston retracted, his glutes flexing. The dildo left behind a thoroughly ruined, messy hole, his pussy flushed and red and fat with arousal. A sticky mess glistened between his legs and on the inside of his thighs. Taxian-Jun watched appreciatively as his cunt trembled, gulping around the empty space. Taxian-Jun had been with a lot of people, but he'd never seen a hole that needed to be filled more than Chu Wanning's. He observed with amusement as Chu Wanning tried to pull his knees together, struggling against the shackles.
"Wanning, was that really too much for you? That cock wasn't very big. If you can't even take my toys, how do you expect to take me?" he said, patting him on the ass. He kneaded the flesh roughly, giving Chu Wanning's cheek a brisk slap and watching it jiggle. He swore under his breath when the shock made Chu Wanning's pussy visibly tighten. He slid two fingers into his hole, his body soft and loose from the battering he'd taken.
"So many orgasms and this pussy hasn't had a single load in it," Taxian-Jun mused. "Imagine how much cum that would have been if it were a real cock. You'd get pregnant for sure." The thought drove him wild, his dick plumping to full hardness once again. "Next time I'll have you like this all day without the machine. I'll come and use you whenever I feel like it. You'd look so lovely knocked up with a big round belly, Wanning. I might even forgive your debt that way."
Chu Wanning hung his head and gave a soft, mournful whimper that Taxian-Jun had no doubt cost him every inch of his paper thin face. Even worse for his pride must have been the way his walls fluttered around Taxian-Jun's fingers. He barked with laughter.
"You're such a fucking whore," he chuckled, lining himself up with the rim of Chu Wanning's hole. "Don’t worry. I'll give you what you want."
He slid in to the hilt with one, smooth thrust, the way eased for him by the hours of hard fucking Chu Wanning had endured and a good amount of oil-based lube, until his balls pressed against the other man's sopping pussy. In spite of everything it was still a snug fit, and Taxian-Jun felt a burst of dark, aggressive pleasure at how much it took Chu Wanning to take him. The thrust threw him forward with a hoarse shout — then, before he could catch his breath, he was being bounced back and forth on Taxian-Jun's cock so hard and fast that he was left gasping for air. Taxian-Jun gritted his teeth, that plush, silky pussy so hot it made him feel feverish, made him feel insane. His balls slapped lewdly against Chu Wanning's wet skin, the rhythmic clap of their bodies and his own frenzied moans thundering in his ears. He dug his fingers into the delicate flesh of Chu Wanning's slender waist, his thumbs pressing into the juncture of his hip and thigh, and used the leverage to pull them flush together on every downstroke. Pleasure licked along Taxian-Jun's skin like the harsh kiss of an open flame, sweat pooling on his lower back and in the divot of his throat.
He draped himself along the long line of Chu Wanning's back, bending to kiss the mole behind his ear. He braced his weight on one arm and teased his other hand from Chu Wanning's hip to his inner thigh, keeping his touches light and torturous. When he reached his prize — Chu Wanning's chubby little cock — he split his forefinger and middle finger into a wide V and stroked on either side of the straining nub, deliberately avoiding it until the other man's hips were rocking in midair. It was ever so gentle, barely noticeable — but Taxian-Jun noticed, and he revelled in it.
He nuzzled into the sweat-soaked nape of Chu Wanning's neck, his hot breath further moistening his skin. Each thrust was hard and brisk, laden with purpose. "Don't forget," he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl, "you're not allowed to come. Not unless you want to owe me another 10 million yuan."
Taxian-Jun grazed his teeth against Chu Wanning's nape. Then he bit down hard, hard enough to make the other man grunt and flinch, laving at his skin with his tongue and tasting the salt of his sweat. His hips rolled expertly, every stroke hard and deep. That machine was nothing, just a collection of moving parts. He was living, breathing, and no one knew better how to ruin Chu Wanning's body than him.
"Mn— mmm! Ha — hah, ah...!" Chu Wanning exclaimed as Taxian-Jun stopped his avoidant teasing and started petting his dick, switching between rolling the bud between his fingers and jacking him slowly between two knuckles. His cunt quivered instantly, clamping down hard around Taxian-Jun's girth. It felt like his body was sucking him in and refusing to let go with every trembling pulse of his walls, every wicked stroke that Taxian-Jun gave to his tiny dick. Taxian-Jun laughed breathlessly, the euphoria of Chu Wanning's snug pussy making him feel dizzy and weightless. Chu Wanning's cries lost all hope of decorum as his partner began to fuck into him wildly, lavishing frantic attention on his little dick to force as many tight, sucking tremors out of him as he could. His knees started to shake, the fine, sharp edges of his shoulder blades standing out starkly as his whole body drew taut like a bowstring and snapped with a magnificent release, his pussy bearing down so hard that Taxian-Jun panted with exertion.
“Fuck,” he snarled, his voice strained and ragged. He straightened up and took a firm hold of Chu Wanning’s hips hard enough to bruise, driving into him furiously. Each convulsion massaged Taxian-Jun’s cock so sweetly that he could no longer hold back, indulging himself in Chu Wanning’s plump, pillowy pussy with abandon. He chased his own release with single-minded drive, roaring shamelessly as he shot a surge of searing, sticky cum deep inside. He gripped Chu Wanning firmly, anchoring them together and grinding into him that extra little bit, trying to stuff his load as far inside him as he could go — keep it all inside, claim his body from the inside out like a hot brand. His chest heaved, glistening with a sheen of warm sweat. Chu Wanning whimpered and trembled, still twitching under Taxian-Jun’s hands as his cunt was filled to overflowing. Excess cum seeped from around where Taxian-Jun’s cock breached his rim and slid down his thighs, mingling with the slick, lube, and sweat of his previous orgasms.
Taxian-Jun pulled out reluctantly only when his cock began to soften. He slipped easily from Chu Wanning’s gaping, abused cunt, a rush of pearlescent cum dribbling from his old teacher’s hole once it was left empty. Taxian-Jun watched it flow, fierce pride and sadistic pleasure swelling in his chest. How pathetic. How debased. He’d never seen anything better.
He gave Chu Wanning’s thigh a teasing pinch just this side of too rough, then he zipped up his trousers and tossed the key to the shackles in front of him on the bed. “Congratulations,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt on the way to the door. He needed a shower. “You just increased your debt by 8 million yuan.”